Power and Purpose

Artorias had been kept busy in recent weeks planning his and Briar's upcoming wedding and it was shaping up to be a big event. The entire Hallows was busy; the hunters preparing the reception feast, the healers and crafters arranging florals and designing the arbor, everyone pitching in where they could. It didn't leave much time for him to dedicate to his teachings with Fern, and for that he was deeply remorseful. So today, he planned on rectifying it. Fern had shown tremendous growth with her fighting and sword skills and he was very proud of her diligence and dedication to the art. Today he would see how she'd been caring for her new blade, and perhaps give her some more advanced lessons. She was ready for it in his eyes.

Wandering out to the outdoor sparring grounds, Artorias breathed in the warm, coastal breeze, the bright spring sun bathing his dark coat in its golden rays. He picked the largest of the training rings, moving about the soft ground to smooth out the dirt trampled down and shifted by paws of the other Knights and Vanguards. He wanted all of his warriors at the top of their game, especially since the Hallows would be playing host to an abundance of all kinds of characters from across Auster and Boreas. He trusted the intentions of his guests, but a little extra security never hurt to have. Lifting his muzzle, Artorias gave a short call for Fern to meet him out in the training grounds. Today they would begin turning her from a novice into an adept sword fighter.

"Artorias"